Pompous and Cute Mamiya-San ~ The Beautiful PR Person in the Company Sits Next to Me

10 Dinner with a beautiful PR lady!

[Hey, warm filters make it look more delicious, don’t they?]

[Yes.]

[Press and hold to take a series of pictures. ……]

It’s through an app, so no sound. Of course, I got permission from my brother, the owner of the restaurant, to take photos.

Permission is essential when posting photos of eating out on social networking sites, especially in private restaurants. In some cases, some restaurants don’t even want you to hold your phone up at the table. As a matter of common sense.

[Let’s eat.]

Mamiya-san scowls with her phone. Cute.

Her make-up has fallen off a little, or her make-up is thinner than when I saw her in the morning, and I’m kind of thrilled. Like, her skin is so beautiful. Her lips were surprisingly thick. My brain was filled with bad thoughts. Oh, no, stop it.

[But I don’t know if I’ve got a good shot yet…]

[It’s not good ‘If the food gets cold, eat first, and then we’ll talk.]

I take a knife and fork out of the cutlery box and start eating the mixed fried prawn set meal. The crispy fried prawns are made from surprisingly fine prawns and are good right down to the tails. The tartar sauce on the fried white fish is made with my brother’s special pickles and yoghurt. It’s delicious.

But that’s not the point. It’s Mamiya-san.

Mamiya-san ordered the most popular dish, the melt-in-your-mouth omelet rice. Mamiya-san chose the special tomato ketchup sauce. Yes, she has good taste.

[Wow …… it’s delicious.]

Mamiya-san is chewing her omelet with a cartoon-like expression. I’ve never seen such a pretty girl in my life.

I glanced towards the kitchen and saw Mariko-san and my brother peeping at me with grinning faces. Stop, you’re embarrassing me!

[Can I have one fried chicken?]

[Here you go.]

Mamiya-san sticks a fork into the fried chicken and snaps it off. While enduring the heat, she gobbles it up.

My brother’s special fried chicken is crispy, but the spices soak into the batter and meat, and it’s delicious to death. It is so good that I want to have it in my lunch box every day.

[Oihii.]

I know, right? I love it too.

Mamiya-san’s expression and words are not that of a woman who flirts with men, but she really enjoys cooking, and I like her a lot. Maybe she just doesn’t see me as an object of romantic interest, but I’ll try not to think about that. Because it’s sad.

[This is something I’d love to have every day.]

[I’ve gained three kilos since this restaurant opened. Now I have to make reservations, but I’m often fed with all sorts of recommendations, so please come back again.]

Mamiya-san nodded “yes, yes” and ate a Cobb salad filled with avocado. We enjoy the best Western food while sipping on the rosé wine Mariko has selected for us.

But what is it. I’m at dinner with a very pretty girl, and I’m at dinner with a very pretty girl, and I don’t feel anything?　Is it because I’m not seen as a man at all ……?

I glance at Mamiya-san.

Mamiya-san is smiling and alternating between omelet rice, fried chicken and onion soup from the service.

[What’s wrong?]

Mamiya-san notices me looking at her.

[No, I just thought it was a good bite. ……]

[Because it’s delicious. I’m going to have salad for lunch tomorrow.]

The question is how to settle the who-pays war that will follow.